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Sunday, September 24, 2017

Weekend Writing Warriors September 24, 2017


   
            A quick mention before my post.  The wewriwa linky list is once again hosting the "First Page Review" blog hop. It runs from the 1st of October through the 31st. There's a linky list to sign on so readers can find your post. The idea is simple--you post your first page or so--up to a thousand words. It's good promo if you've got something published that you'd like to get readers' eyes on. Or, if you share something unpublished, you get some feedback, and find out if readers would turn the page and continue reading.  Sign up here The First Page Review .
On to this week's wewriwa.
            It's time for
snips and bits of amazing tales by talented writers! Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop. Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live by before 9:00 AM Sunday, EST. (We check signups to remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post--to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA. Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. 

 
            Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found HERE
           
This week's snippet is from "The Sands of Dhor".
I've skipped ahead a couple of paras. Lily, abducted from Earth by alien slavers, is following Theusand. He's not a slaver.  He's Dhor'en; they communicate mind to mind. 
            They've left the section of the ship where he and his Chays (monks) are quartered. It's the first time she's left that deck since Lord Sand rescued her from the slave fight ring in the belly of the ship.  Their conversation has become more of a debate and he always wins--by willing her into silence. in Lily's POV.



As usual, she was so wrong and he was so right--and that was the case whether it was true or not. The idea of perspective seemed to escape this very alien man.

“I do comprehend your human concept of perspective.” His thoughts had actually sounded  matter-of-fact.
It's not that she'd forgotten he was almost always in her head; just more and more often she found herself not giving a shit what she thought, or how he felt about it. "So...what? You just never consider it whenever you're stating everything like it's the God's honest truth?"
He stopped walking and leaned down low to look at her. A glint of blue sparkled from beneath his hood. “God is a concept best left for another walk, another talk.” 

Talking God with an alien might be a whole new can of worms...
What works and what doesn't? I'm grateful for every bit of feedback you share.

Sunday, August 21, 2016

Weekend Writing Warriors August 21, 2016

Hello fellow Warriors (and Snippeteers)! :-) 

Weekend Writing Warriors is a weekly bloghop.  Each week, participants sign up HERE at wewriwa.com, then post 8 to 10 sentences of their work, published or unpublished, on their own blog to go live before 9:00 AM Sunday EST. (We check signups and remove links when we don't find a wewriwa post-- to save our participants from clicking on empty links--so please have it live by 9:00 Sunday morning--eastern USA) Then we visit each other and read, comment, critique, encourage--all those things that do a solitary writer's heart good. Snippet Sunday group from facebook--not us, but many of our participants do both, can be found  HERE.               
This week's snippet: We're back to our main character,  Lily, and her dog Jobe, in a holding cell on an alien ship.

Lily jerked awake, filled with the trembling an adrenaline rush brings. The door opening coincided with a deep, drumming noise that resonated like an ancient gong. Three Bulrager guards walked in, the bright light of the hall silhouetting them making it impossible to see their faces. But there was no mistaking the voice that spoke; she’d know that cock-sure arrogance anywhere. She pulled Jobe close, and braced for them to try to take him.
Dev Areen stuck out his chest and looked around. “Who among you would earn extra food?”
Was this his best authoritative posturing? She had to fight hysterical laughter brewing in her belly; he looked so much like a rooster, the way he strutted as he spoke. Then she shuddered, thinking that a rooster would strike out and draw blood, too.


That's it. What works? What doesn't?  I appreciate your comments and learn from them. :-)